Want some Candy?

So I have spent the last couple of months trying to perfect the art of the pulled pork sandwich. I have tried several recipes, added some things of my own, and removed ingredients I don't particularly care for only to leave my mouth still watering for THE ONE. Why pork you say? Probably b/c I feel bad for the little dudes...getting a bad rap a few months ago from swine flu and all. But seriously, it's b/c pork is sooo much more tender than beef and I have totally been craving it lately.
No, I'm not pregnant. ;-)
But apparently I AM glowing. My hair stylist Hillary, told me so. She said I had a nice tan, looked very summery and gave me some highlights to match! They are VERY subtle and carmelish. yes, that is a word. And I LOVE them....
So today I took my glowing, highlighted, summery self to the supermarket with monkey in tow to buy some sides for our pulled pork sandiches. Kaleb was his usual self, smiling at everyone, waving to passerbys and giggling at himself from time to time. When we were in the checkout line an old man got in line behind us. Kaleb gave him what I like to call his "what up?" wave where he just sticks his hand up in the air and puts it right back down. Of course, this just made this old guy's day and he starts patting his arm and touching his feet. I know I should be nicer and engage in conversation with these people but I'm just not and I don't. And really please sir, don't touch my baby. I don't know where your hands have been.
So I am paying the lady for my groceries and I hear the man say, "Can I buy you some candy?" When I look up at him, he is staring right at me and my first thought is...Oh great. Not only is this dude grabbing my baby, but now he's hitting on me?? Really?
I smile and say "no, thanks. I don't want any candy." "I was asking HIM if HE wanted candy!!" he quickly retorts, very loud I might add. Excuse me sir- you may be hard of hearing, but I am not. And it's kind of hard to tell exactly where you are looking through those bottle caps on your face with the extra cool attached transitional lenses flipped up on your forehead!
Well, that is what I wanted to say anyway......
Trying to restrain myself, I reply nicely that Kaleb has to nap soon, but thank you.
I quickly grab my receipt and high tail it out of there.
Then I start to feel guilty in the car...maybe the old man just missed his grandson and wanted to pretend Kaleb was him. He WAS just offering to buy him some candy. I could have let him. It probably would have totally made his day. And then it would have made my day b/c I would have gotten to eat it. Kaleb IS too young for candy anyway, right??
Oh geez, taking candy from a baby. Maybe I am pregnant.....;-)